Arranged Marriage

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I catch a look
In the mirror
One last time..
Even try
A subtle smile..
Wrapped in silk 
Which looked 
too blue..
And jewellery
Some old some new..
Half a dozen
Bangles
In each hand..
Anklets seen
When I sit or stand..
I dab the last
Touch of 
My make up 
Arrange the tray of eatables
And pick up
I open the door
Of the living room
Slowly glide
Towards the
To be groom

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